A Naked Truth

I opened my eyes -- I was lying down, on my left side, and someone was pressing something against my head. People seemed worried around me. I tried to move and stand up, but the person crouching next to me pushed me down. "No, don't move, the paramedics are coming." I frowned, trying to understand what was going on. Some things were escaping me -- how I'd come to be there, what had just happened -- and yet at the same time I felt perfectly lucid as I explained to the person next to me where to find my driver's license (in my wallet, rear left pocket), and how to unlock my phone to call my mother (swipe this way, then this way). I was still in a haze when the ambulance arrived. I was put on a stretcher and finally taken to the ER.

About six hours later, I walked out, Mom by my side. It was late afternoon, and I had eventually managed to puzzle together the little bits I could remember of the events of the morning. I had been cycling back home, following my usual route, when a delivery guy in a parked van had opened his door without checking for traffic. I had no recollection of the actual moment, but I guess I ended up flying through the air and hitting my head against the sidewalk -- leaving me with half-a-dozen stitches at the back of my head and a concussion. Nothing too serious, luckily -- even if, for the coming week and to be on the safe side, I had to avoid any significant exercise, as well as avoid being alone in the event of possible dizziness.

The timing couldn't have been worse: my friends and I were supposed to go the very next day for a whole week of canyon adventuring, something that was obviously very much out of question now. Tagging along was not even an option, so basically, my vacation was a no-go.

I had come to this conclusion while trying to munch through a plate of potatoes in a diner located a stone's throw from the hospital. Since I had not eaten anything since the morning (thanks to my little accident), I was ravenous -- and at the same time discovering that my jaw muscles on the left side of my face were painfully clenched, which rendered chewing particularly uncomfortable. Then Mom, who had listened patiently to my complaints, surprised me:

"Chris, listen. Okay, it sucks, you won't be able to go, I get it. But we've got to think first of you getting better."

"Hey, I'm fine, I mean, except for the head, I haven't hurt anything," I shrugged.

She continued. "Yeah, right. I heard the doctor, and I don't want you to do anything foolish. So since there's no canyon trip for you next week, you're going to come with me and Julie to the lake house. This way, I'll keep an eye on you and make sure you get all the rest you need."

"But Mom..."

"No 'but Mom' there, mister. You've had a close call there, consider yourself lucky. And you'd better get yourself a helmet before you go riding that bicycle again."

I sighed, recognizing defeat when I saw it. She was right -- even through my disappointment, I couldn't deny that. So I accepted, reluctantly, and went back to painfully trying to chew my food.

*****

I woke up with a start, and it took me a few seconds before things came floating back to me. I sat up, wincing. I was glad to be awake -- glad to be alive, in fact. I had gone to bed the night before a little worried about what could happen during my sleep, and realizing there had been no reason to be concerned, was the first good news of the day. I still had a major headache, but that was to be expected. I looked at the clock and took a deep breath. I had some time before we were supposed to leave for the lake house, but I had some packing to do this morning.

The lake house was a small wooden bungalow that Julie's family owned upstate, and where we had been to a few times in the past. Julie was Mom's best friend since college, and I had always considered her as part of the family. To be honest, going there wasn't too much of a drag, now that I had got over my disappointment. It was a nice, remote place, and even if it was lacking in terms of high-speed Internet, the idea of spending a week being cared for didn't sound so bad after all.

I got out of bed and started selecting some clothes -- the place could get a little chilly at night. As an afterthought, I also threw in my swimming shorts, though I doubted I'd get much action in that department, considering my current state. I packed my Kindle and laptop, added the necessary assortment of chargers and adapters, and I was more or less done.

I was checking up on the latest news online, when Julie arrived to pick us up. There was no mistaking Julie, even from upstairs -- Julie had an expansive personality, which often made her the life of the party. Mom used to tell me how she was the shy one, and Julie was the one always up to no good, which had always had me wonder a little about how wild they might have been during their college years. I liked Julie; she was fun and flirty, but deep down I knew she also was a good person, and she had more than once been an understanding shoulder when my love life wasn't doing great.

I went downstairs and graciously faced the expected questioning about the accident. I tried to be reassuring and downplayed things a little, while Mom explained that the concussion was something to be taken seriously, and that I had to be kept under surveillance over the next few days. When Julie joked that she was more than willing to take care of me with a saucy wink, Mom rolled her eyes, and we all headed out in good spirits.

The drive there was uneventful -- Mom and Julie were chatting together in the front, checking on me once in a while, while I was at the back, listening to my iPod while absentmindedly looking at the landscape rushing by outside. We stopped for lunch at a diner close to the lake, did some shopping at the nearby store, and eventually got to the bungalow early afternoon. We settled down quickly, rediscovering the familiar rooms and listing the few improvements that had been made along the years. Soon, we were enjoying the warm afternoon on the deck at the back, Mom and Julie sampling the temperature of the lake while I was reading on the deck chair.

I looked up from my book, taking in the lovely, quiet panorama. The sun was low and bathed everything in a warm light, giving a magical feel to it all. Mom and Julie were drying themselves off, and Julie noticed me looking in their direction.

"Hey, no peeking, mister!" she said jokingly, and I shook my head, resigned to having to endure this kind of banter over the next few days. To be honest, they looked good in their bikinis -- both were in their late forties and were women with curves. They clearly looked after themselves and would probably have made more than one head turn had we been on the beach. I smiled and returned to my book. True, it was a shame I had to give up on the canyon trip, but this alternative wasn't bad at all.

By the evening, my opinion on the matter was much less positive. For some reason, Julie seemed bent on teasing me, and her witty remarks had made me blush on numerous occasions. Some compliments I had already heard (and didn't really take seriously), as I said, she was pretty much part of the family. Growing up, I had received my fair share of praise from her, something that had become some kind of a flirting game when I turned twenty. That doesn't mean I was entirely comfortable with it -- I was definitely struggling with self-confidence issues, and I received any kind of praise with a fair share of wariness, wondering if there was not biting sarcasm hidden beneath the nice words.

The mood was light and friendly, so I wasn't unduly worried about that last part. But Julie (being Julie) was loud and entertaining and definitely on the prowl, eliciting exasperated eye rolling from my mother, and half-successful attempts at repartee from myself. I ended up cutting short the after-dinner chat and called it an early night.

*****

I woke up wincing the next morning. I had only a light headache now, and the muscles in my jaw had eventually loosened up, but my left hip and shoulder felt sore and I had a large, purple welt on my right calf. I showered and went to the kitchen to grab breakfast. Mom soon joined me, later followed by Julie, who had obviously just stepped out of the shower, since she was wearing only a short towel wrapped around her. The towel kept slipping, letting me catch more than a glimpse of cleavage, and I couldn't shake the impression that she was putting on a show for me. Mom seemed oblivious to that, brushing it off as just another of Julie's antics, and it is true she was fooling around in her usual way, but more than once I felt she was watching me and gauging my reaction. I played along, but was still puzzled about how much show there was in that.

A little later, around eleven, as Julie was sunbathing on the deck, I took the opportunity to talk about it with Mom as we were putting together a light salad and sandwiches for lunch.

"Julie seems to be in a very good mood..." I mentioned, innocently.

"Hmm, you think so?" Mom seemed dubious.

"Wait, that's not the case?"

"I don't know. She broke up with Steve a couple of weeks back, and it was tough on her at the beginning."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"Yeah, it hit her hard, but she doesn't like to show much. That's usually when she gets the loudest and the silliest, kind of a coping mechanism. Maybe it's a way for her to convince herself that she should be like that, until she actually is, see what I mean?"

"Putting on an act, until the act is an act no more?"

"Something like that, yeah. But I think the worst is over now."

"She sure is flirty though."

"Oh, you noticed? (Mom giggled) She was genuinely happy when I told her you'd be joining us for this little... escapade. She does like you, you know?"

"You mean -- like me, like me?" I frowned.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"I don't know, there was a strange vibe this morning, the thing with the towel and all."

"You know how foolish she can get."

"True, but she's always been more talk than action, if you see what I mean. This felt... different."

"You may be right. But maybe she's just trying to convince herself she's still sexy, you know?"

"Mm hmm"

"Why, did it make you uncomfortable?"

"Not really, it was just... unexpected, that's all." An idea popped up in my head, and I smiled.

"What is it, Chris?" Mom asked, curious. "What's funny?"

"Oh, nothing, just a silly idea."

"Please share."

I shook my head. "I don't know, it's a stupid thing."

"Come on, baby," she pressed on.

I took a deep breath. "Okay. I thought that maybe I should kind of double down on her move, you know?"

Mom frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, really -- as I said, it's just a random idea. But you see, she's being flirty and all, so why not push it a little further, and make something like a dare?"

"Hmm, I think I get what you're hinting at. But what would you have in mind?"

I smiled. "Well, I don't think strutting around with a towel around my waist is going to cut it."

"Why not?"

"Because it's too obvious, that's all. She's going to see it for what it is right away. We must think of something else... something more... radical."

"More radical than the just-out-of-the-shower look?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"There's not much wiggle room there, you know Chris. Unless you're considering going in the nude..."

"That's it!"

"What? I don't understand."

"Why not dare her try the nudist thing?"

She laughed. "Yeah, right. So your plan is to ask her to go around naked?"

"No, no, no. The plan is to say we all go naked, and we'll see how she manages to get out of that one."

Mom thought about that for a moment. "Hmm, yes, that could be fun."

"There's only a problem, though."

"What is it?"

"Well, if I'm the one proposing that, she'll be able to shrug it off right away. You know, saying that I'm just asking that to get an eyeful and all."

She smiled, and asked. "Are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, this is just to play a prank on her and see her squirm, that's all. We're not actually going to get naked."

"I know, baby, I'm just pulling your leg. But you've got a point with that. So what do you suggest?"

"What if you were the one telling her?"

"Me?"

"Yes. I mean, you're supposed to be the reasonable one, so how can she back out of something you'd be considering doing?"

"Hmm, maybe. But..."

"But what?"

"What if she says yes?"

I frowned. "What if she says yes?"

"Yes, what if she's okay with it? What are we going to do? Because you know, she could be okay with it."

"Oh, right." I paused, considering things over. "Yeah, you might be right. (I shook my head) I told you, it was a stupid idea. Forget it."

Mom smiled. "Agreed, it's a silly idea..."

"What's that silly idea you should forget?"

I nearly jumped. Julie was there, standing by the door. Mom and I looked at each other guiltily, wondering what to do next. Julie came to the kitchen table, eyeing us both.

"Hmm, what have you two been plotting together?"

"No-nothing," I replied.

"Come on, don't tell me it's nothing when you two look like you've been caught the hand in the cookie jar. So, Maddie, what was this silly idea of yours?"

Mom blushed. "Nothing, Jules, really. We were just chatting."

"So don't keep it from me, please share. Or I'm going to think you're badmouthing me behind my back. Come on, spill it."

Mom smiled, and shaking her head, said: "Okay, okay. It's just a silly thing, really."

"So you keep telling," Julie interrupted.

I looked at Mom, kind of worried about what she was going to say.

She took a breath. "I was telling Chris that maybe we should make the most of this place, and considering there's nobody around, get rid of our clothes altogether and work on our tan. But Chris thought you would be, maybe, embarrassed and all, so... so that's the big secret."

Mom flashed a big, innocent smile, and looked at Julie. I couldn't believe she had actually said it, and no sooner than she had I felt the ground open below me when I heard Julie reply.

"Wow, that's actually a great idea. Though (she winked at me), I wonder if Chris really thought I was going to be embarrassed... or if he was more like trying to look for an excuse for himself."

"Me? No, I-, never..." I stammered.

"So you're game?" Julie asked me, defiant.

"Oh, sure," I replied, trying to look nonchalant.

"Good, then, let's do it!" said Julie, and she started undoing the top of her bikini. I stared at Mom, my eyes wide, nearly shaking my head in disbelief, and she replied with an imperceptible shrug, as if to say "what was I to say?"

But that silent exchange was immediately interrupted by Julie.

"Hey, you two -- don't just stand there like that, you have to get undressed too. I'm not getting naked all by myself here, chop-chop."

I looked at Mom.

"Chris, don't look at your mother, she's the one who suggested it. Or are you chickening out?"

After putting Mom and me in this situation, there was no way I wasn't going to follow through so I shrugged and took off my t-shirt. And I kept thinking how, really, it had been a stupid idea...

*****

As expected, our first moments naked were awkward. Julie was brazenly showing off, while Mom and I were trying to figure out what to do with our arms, in a feeble attempt to remain somewhat modest.

"Ahh, this is soo much better!" said Julie, stretching her back and giving me a wink. Things could have taken an embarrassing turn, if Mom hadn't shown some quick thinking, handing Julie the pile of discarded clothes.

"Sure, but now Chris and I have to finish preparing the brunch, so why don't you take all this and put it in our respective rooms, will you?"

"Yes, Mom," Julie replied with a mock salute, and still smiling broadly, left us alone in the kitchen.

I let out a sigh: "So that turned out well..."

Mom shook her head. "I told you that was a risky plan..."

"But Mom, why did you have to tell her? You could have thought of something else!"

"Sorry, baby! But I was drawing a blank, and she was pressing me, and... and I guess I freaked out. But you didn't say anything, mister 'I'm not trying to get an eyeful'. I saw you staring at her tits."

"I wasn't staring! And she was nearly pushing them into my face, what was I to do? Look away? Don't you think that would have just encouraged her?"

"You're probably right, there. (she sighed) So we're stuck with that, I suppose. It's a good thing we didn't spend much time packing..."

I looked at Mom, struck by the incongruity of her remark. She smiled back, and all of a sudden we were both overcome with giggles. For me, that broke some of the tension I was feeling, and even if there was something troubling about being naked with my mother in the small kitchen, I did my best to focus on the mundane task of preparing the food.

When Julie came back to help us set the table on the deck, I had almost moved past this first embarrassment, and was secretly glad my cock had remained in a decent state. We sat down for lunch, and this is where things became complicated for me.

Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't busy with anything anymore, or that they were both facing me, and since we were chatting I had to look at them -- the result was simple: despite my prior protestation, I *was* getting an eyeful of generous, naked breasts, and that didn't leave me indifferent. And while the table was, for the time being, hiding this unwanted reaction, I knew that was only a temporary respite.

So I tried to focus on other things, looking towards the lake as often as I could without raising suspicion, and gradually my cock started to soften. By the end of the meal, it was still in an engorged state, but nothing that would appear too oblivious. That had been a close call.

We quickly cleared the dishes, and while the ladies were happily chatting over a cup of tea, I excused myself and laid down on the lounge chair. The air was comfortably warm, I was protected by the sun and I could hear Mom and Julie talking a few feet behind me. I closed my eyes, and I dozed off.

*****

To be honest, I rarely take a nap. It's just not for me, I always end up feeling woozy and disoriented and not feeling particularly rested. I must have been particularly tired that day, and it's only Julie's expansive laugh that awoke me. Yet, I was in this strange place where you're still clinging to sleep, mind conscious but body nearly paralyzed. I had no idea how long I had slept, but Mom and Julie were still chatting somewhere behind me. I had the vague feeling that during my nap, I had gotten hard, but there was nothing I could do except hoping they hadn't noticed it. I tried to listen on.

"... too bad I didn't take a picture! You should have seen your faces..."

That was Julie. She carried on.

"So be honest, neither of you were expecting me to go along with it, right?"

Mom sighed. "Something like that, yes..."

"Oh come on! You should know me better, Maddie."

"I know, I know. But..."

"Oh, that's it! It was Chris's idea, right?"

"I guess it was, yeah..."

"Of course. And you didn't tell him that idea had a huge chance of backfiring on him?"

"I tried, and that's why we were saying it was a stupid idea. And that's when you came in, and asked us about it."

"I see. (a pause) But there's something I don't understand here, Maddie."

"Shoot."

"If you thought it was a bad idea, why did you go with it?"

"I don't know. I guess I freaked out when you barged in."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"I don't buy it."

"Why is that?"

"One: you don't often freak out, at least not with me. And two: since you knew I was going to run along with it, the only reason you told me about that idea, is that you thought it was a good one."

Mom must have shrugged: "Whatever. As you said, it backfired, so the joke is on us. So let's get it over and..."

"Why? I'm having way too much fun as it is, watching you both squirming and all. (she chuckled) But it makes me wonder..."

"Jules..."

"Yes, I wonder. Because you know, I could imagine Chris making this suggestion in the hope of seeing us both naked, which is perfectly normal for a guy. But from you..."

"What are you going to imagine now?"

"Well, since I suppose you're not trying to get to see me naked, there's only one conclusion..."

"Oh come on!"

"... and I understand completely. I mean, he's grown up to be a very handsome young man. How old is he again now?"

"23, but that's beyond the point."

"Why is that? Look at him, he's yummy. And don't tell me you haven't had that kind of thought. You never told me he had such a lovely cock..."

"Jules! He's my son!"

"There's no harm in looking, Maddie. Well, at least, that's what you used to say, before you turned into a prude. What was it again? Oh yeah -- 'no harm in looking, but it's so much better to taste', that's what you used to say."

"What is this, memory lane? Yes, we were young..."

"Come on -- who are you, and what did you do with my friend Maddie?"

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Remember our nicknames: CockTease and CreamQueen..."

"*You* decided on those names..."

"True, but I still think they were well-deserved," Julie giggled.

"Not so loud, Chris is sleeping," Mom urged her.

"No he's not. And not for a little while, too."

"What do you mean?"

"He did sleep, mind you - at the beginning. And he had this deep, regular breathing, you know, lighter than a snore, but definitely audible. And that's been gone for what, five minutes or so. So hey, Sleeping Beauty, since you're awake, care to join us?"

I was busted, but still, I tried to make my best impression of coming out from deep sleep -- not that I had to act much. I sat up on the lounge chair and turned towards the two ladies.

"So," joked Julie, "I suppose you didn't hear anything?"

"Erm, not really," I stuttered.

"Like mother, like son!" Julie chuckled. "Right, Maddie? There are things you don't see, and there are things he doesn't hear! What a pair you two make!"

"Ha ha, very funny, Jules," said Mom, walking to my side. "How are you feeling, baby?"

"Okay, I guess. I mean, I'm not used to taking naps, like that, so it's going to take me a minute to get my bearings, you know?"

"Well, it's normal for you to be tired, so don't worry about it. You're here to relax and to make sure everything is fine with you."

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm good," I said, and rose from the chair. Maybe it was too soon, or too fast, but all of a sudden my head was spinning, and I lost my balance. Things happened in a flash. I tried to catch myself, Mom tried to catch my arm, and all this panicky waving around ended with my finding back my balance thanks to a hand firmly pressing against one of her generous breasts. We froze.

Julie laughed out. "Good catch! I guess..."

I quickly took my hand away, and Mom helped me sit back down. "Jules, could you please take this seriously?"

"Sorry, Maddie, I couldn't help it. Seems your boy is a boob man, that's for sure!"

I blushed, and Mom scowled at Julie. But unfazed, she carried on: "Oh come on, Maddie, he's fine."

"Are you, baby?" Mom asked, concerned.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm okay. Just a little dizzy, and it's gone now." I stand up again, to reassure her -- nothing. "See? I'm good." I spun around, arms wide, just to show that I had regained my balance. Julie giggled.

"Careful with his hands, Maddie -- he's hoping for another grab and run!"

I sighed. "Jules, give me break. That was an accident, honest!"

"He's right, Julie," added Mom.

Julie chuckled and raised her arms, in mock despair. "Two on one, I surrender. But that won't change my mind, Maddie: this young guy is definitely a boob man, and he just got a free pass at copping a feel. Nicely done, Chris," she winked, and stepped inside the bungalow, leaving us.

There was an awkward silence. I noticed I was still hard, which was embarrassing, but luckily Mom appeared to be still concerned about me, and wasn't paying any attention to that.

"Don't worry about Jules, baby -- it's the way she is. She usually jokes even more when she's stressed out. I'm sure she was worried about you, and that it's her way to reassure herself that things are actually fine."

"I'm good, Mom. I kinda know her, remember? (I smiled) Sure, that was a little embarrassing, and I'm sorry for -- for this. Better get dressed back up to avoid it happening again..."

"Julie won't have it."

"Hmm?"

"We're sticking to the nudist thing for the moment. We'll hear Julie call us 'chicken' and worse without end over the next few days if we decided to cop out of this."

"Oh. You might be right there."

"Yeah. But it's not too bad, actually. (she smiled) Are you sure you're okay, baby?"

I nodded. Our conversation was interrupted by Julie, who was back with a towel and obviously headed for a swim. "Sorry love birds, just passing by," she joked.

Mom rolled her eyes, and turned back to me. Internally, I was still trying to wrap my head around what I had just heard.

"Yeah, I'm good, Mom, really. Now, excuse me, but I have to go to the bathroom."

I started to head inside, when Mom replied, startling me.

"I'm coming with you."

"What?"

"I'm not going to leave you unattended after the little episode you just had."

"Mom, I'm okay, really."

"Yeah, you're okay, until you're not. I'm not leaving alone."

"Mom, I can go to the bathroom by myself. What are you going to do, hold me up while I pee?" I snapped, a little annoyed.

"Baby, please. I know that's not easy with you, but we have to be careful. Okay, let's go at it this way: you don't lock the door, you do what you have to do, and I'll be just on the other side, and if you are dizzy again or something, you call me and I'll come and help you, okay?"

I mulled that for a moment. "Yeah, okay..." I reluctantly accepted.

I stepped in the bathroom reassured once more, Mom, standing in the corridor, her arms crossed across her heavy breasts making them bulge in a very enticing manner, and pushed the door closed behind me.

"I'm just here, Chris, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, and silently let out a sigh. I sat down on the toilet seat, not wanting to make too much noise. This was getting ridiculous. I mean, I didn't mind being cared for or enjoying the perks of convalescence, but there were limits to that, and forfeiting nearly all privacy in this kind of moment felt like definitely going overboard. Thankfully, my cock had softened since waking up, so it didn't take too long for me to do what I had to do. I wiped myself, washed my hands, and stepped out of the bathroom.

"See Mom, no need to worry. I'm fine."

She smiled, patting me on the arm. "Better safe than sorry, baby."

*****

I spent the afternoon reading on the lounge chair, while Mom and Julie were taking a dip in the lake. From time to time, I looked up from my Kindle, curiosity piqued by a laugh or by some louder reaction. I wasn't a stranger to seeing Mom and Julie interact -- as I've said, Julie was practically family, but I hadn't spent much time home of late, so this felt both new and very familiar. And of course, that was the first time we were all naked together, even though strangely, that didn't feel like such a big deal at the moment. I turned to my book again.

"What are you reading, buster?"

I looked up, and here was Julie, standing over me, very purposely I assumed from my vantage point. I had a first-class view of her pussy, and higher, her breasts. I put my hand over my eyes, squinting and pretending I was blinded by the sun.

"Just some science-fiction book."

I shifted on the chair, so that I could actually look at her without having my face in her crotch. She noticed and smiled, and took a step back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mom coming to join us, standing by my feet and drying herself off. Julie carried on.

"Oh yeah? I just don't know how you can read on that thing, but I've heard that's been a boon for books like 'Fifty Shades'..."

"Why is that?" Mom piped in.

"Because people don't see the cover of what you're reading, so there's no shame about reading the trashier stuff. Well, for 'Fifty Shades', that was true at the beginning, before it became such a hit. Can't see really why, it was really tame..." she giggled. "Anyways, it's been great for 'Mommy Porn', as they call it."

I smiled. "Maybe -- in my case, it's just because it's practical. You know, I always used to bring so many books along, and with this, I can have as many as I want while traveling light."

Julie chuckled. "Chris, the dandy of the twenty-first century."

"Eh, something like that."

"But you're sure you're not reading some smutty stuff, huh?"

She bent forward, trying to peek at my screen. I'm sure she was very much aware of how that also resulted in pushing her breasts in my direction. I decided to act as if I hadn't noticed, and just handed her the Kindle. "See for yourself..." I shrugged.

"Ah ha! I knew it... first word I see, and it's 'tit'! Maddie, your son is a pervert."

I grabbed the Kindle back, scanning the page. "Oh come on, Julie. It says 'tit for tat' here. So who's the pervert, really?"

She giggled, grabbed her towel, and said she was going to take a shower, making, as usual, something of a flamboyant exit. I looked at Mom, who had witnessed the whole exchange, and was grinning.

"Well, at least somebody is enjoying the show," I said.

Mom sat by my feet on the lounge chair. "Nice to see you can stand your ground with her. She can be such a bully at times."

"Yeah, I can imagine that. But maybe she has a soft spot for me."

"Oh, she has, that's for sure." She paused, her eyes far away, then continued. "Well, I'm going to prepare a light dinner, want to give me a hand?"

"Sure. Wait -- is that a ploy to keep me under surveillance again? I noticed how you were checking up on me earlier."

She shrugged. "Baby, I'm worried about you. That's how Moms are, you know? I can't help it. So, you're coming, or not?"

"Right behind you," I said, and stood up. My hip was still sore that earned me wince, but my head felt normal. And this time, I didn't lose my balance.

*****

We had dinner in the kitchen. The lake was a nice place, but it came with the drawback of having a rather exuberant insect life at night, and the patio was not really the best place to be if you wanted to avoid being bitten -- especially when all your skin was exposed. Mom and I had put together a nice salad and a range of side dishes (pickles, some guacamole, a bunch of baby carrots and the like), and the discussions were lively, probably helped a little by the wine. Julie was in a great mood, and that showed, and indeed, at some point during the meal, her attention turned towards me.

"Chris, we need to come up with a nickname for you."

I frowned. "A nickname?"

"Sure. We already got the stupendous CockTease (spreading her hands in a dramatic gesture) and her faithful sidekick CreamQueen (indicating Mom with a flourish)."

Mom giggled. "I thought *you* were my sidekick..."

"What? No way I'm the sidekick, Maddie. Who always gets the show going? See? Well, if you prefer, you can be the closing act, but I've always been the lead, that's for sure."

Mom rolled her eyes comically. Julie carried on.

"So we've got to find you a nickname."

"Why is that so important?" I asked.

"What? Come on, we cannot be 'CockTease, CreamQueen and... Chris.' That'd be so lame..."

"Okay, whatever."

Julie seemed to be on a roll. "No, Chris, we don't go 'okay, whatever' with that. Nicknames are important, because they say things about us. They bring forth the true essence of what we are..."

Mom chuckled. "Oh Jules..."

"Maddie, I stop you right there. Are you saying you disagree with me being 'CockTease'?"

She giggled. "You've got a point there, but..."

"So that's 'CreamQueen' you're having an issue with?"

"That's ancient history..."

"And? That doesn't me it's true... See, Chris..."

Mom objected: "Jules, you're not going to tell him that story..."

"He's got a right to know, right?"

I shrugged, feeling the neutral stance was probably the safest option for me.

Despite Mom's protestations, Julie trampled on.

"So yes, it was a long time ago, it was the Summer, and we were in this club with some guys we had been going out with. Really cute guys, not so bright but cute. And at some point during the evening, I notice your Mom disappearing with her -- what was his name again? Pete? Patrick? I don't remember..."

Mom shook her head. "Phil. I think."

"Yeah, who cares? (Julie giggled) So yes, all of sudden, they're gone. And they're gone for a little while, so I go looking for them. And I bump into Phil who's hurriedly coming out of the ladies' room, and I go in and here is your mother, washing her hands."

Mom tried to interrupt: "You really intend to tell the whole thing?"

"Let me finish. That boy has a right to know, I said. So she's washing her hands, and I ask her how it went, and she smiles and just goes 'hmm-hmm', like it's no big deal, you know? And she turns towards me, and that's when I notice it: she's got a large, white drop sticking to her cheek..."

Mom shook her head again. "It was just a little drop... every time you tell this story, the thing gets bigger."

Julie discarded her comment with a wave of her hands. "Anyways -- she had missed a spot, and she was about to go back to the dancefloor like that."

"And you nearly didn't tell me," sulked Mom.

"Oh, I did... eventually. I mean, that would have been hilarious."

"Ha ha, really."

"But I'm a good friend, and I did tell you."

"Yeah, and you've been very classy with that too. I don't think I was able to go to the bathroom that Summer without her reminding me," Mom sighed.

"And that's how CreamQueen came to be," Julie chuckled. "Pun intended, of course."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Well, I could believe it -- after all, I had had a glimpse of that during the afternoon, but this was revealing a whole side of Mom (and Julie) that I certainly never had imagined. Not just that they had done these things (after all, they had been young too, and I had been born, so there), but that they were discussing this so openly together... and with me now.

Mom must have noticed I was a little stunned, because she apologized. "I'm sorry, Chris, Julie doesn't really grasp the concept of 'too much information'. No more wine for you, Jules..."

"Oh come on, Maddie, don't be a party-pooper. Look at him, he doesn't look traumatized or anything. He's a big boy... in more than one sense," she winked at me saucily.

I tried to play it cool. "Don't worry, Mom, I know how Julie can be..."

"See, Maddie? Told you so. So yeah, we've got to find you a nickname. Maybe something along the lines of 'BoobLover'? What do you think?"

I shook my head in disbelief. "Really? That's the best you can come up with?"

Mom giggled. "Be careful what you wish for, baby."

Julie nodded. "That'll made do for now -- I'm sure we can find something better later on."

"Is that a threat?" I smiled.

"It's a promise," she winked back. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a little break."

"Oh-oh, Julie's having trouble holding her wine..." I joked.

"You wish, buster. But no, nothing so dramatic. Nature calls, that's all. Behave while I'm gone, kids."

She stood and left, leaving us both chuckling.

I shook my head again, and started cleaning up the dishes. Mom helped me, and soon we were done and moved to the living room. Mom sat on the comfortable sofa, while I took the armchair facing it. She stifled a yawn.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Sorta. I always forget how open air can be, you know? It doesn't feel you're doing much, but somehow..." She shrugged.

"Yeah, I know. I mean, I did sleep this afternoon, and I never nap."

"You had some reason for that too. I'm sure this accident shook you much more than you think."

"Maybe, I don't know. Anyways, it's nice of you guys to have brought me along."

"I couldn't honestly leave you by yourself. And it's not much of bother either, we like having you around. Feels like old times, you know?"

"Hmm, in a way, maybe. But I don't remember any of the conversations we used to have to be that... interesting?" I smiled.

"Oh, that. Yes, you're right," Mom blushed a little.

"And I think we used to wear a little more clothing too..."

She giggled. "Yes, for some reason, this stay is taking all sorts of unexpected turns. I'm sure we'll be able to negotiate a return to normality tomorrow."

"Honestly, Mom, I don't mind it."

"You don't?"

"Not really. I mean, it was kind of weird at the beginning, you know, because that was the first time we were around each other like that. But once you get over that... well, I guess it's okay."

"It's true you seemed to adapt well to that..."

"I'm not saying it wasn't embarrassing -- or that it can't be. But..."

"Hmm?" Mom looked at me, askance.

"No, thinking about it, if the only nickname Julie can come up with is 'BoobLover'... it could have been much worse, and it's nice to see that you didn't made me feel bad about... certain things."

With an impeccable sense of timing, Julie came back into the room at that very moment.

"Don't think we haven't noticed, buster. It's not exactly small..."

I tried to stand my ground and play it cool: "Thanks, Jules. I'll take that as a compliment..."

She sat next to Mom, winking at her. "So, did I miss anything interesting?"

"You mean, besides cleaning up the table?"

"Aww, too bad I missed up on this," she chuckled.

And while Mom and Julie started trading light banter, I thought back on what I just said about us all being in the nude. True, it had ended up not being as problematic I thought it would be, but my way of presenting it as rather trivial was maybe something of an overstatement. The whole thing was definitely sensual for me, and while my nap had been the only moment I had been really fully hard, I had remained in an engorged state most of the day. And Julie's choice of topic (which I felt wasn't entirely accidental) certainly didn't help.

It was my turn to stifle a yawn, and Mom noticed. "Baby, you're tired -- you should go to bed."

I agreed, stood up while yawning again, gave a good night kiss (on the cheek) to both ladies, and went to my room. I turned off the light, and darkness engulfed me.

*****

As usual, I woke up early, the clock showing 6:24 in the quiet room. I stepped out of bed, discovering that the pain in my hip was still very much there, but that I had also earned a limp in my right leg. I fought a short moment of vertigo, catching the nearby bookshelf for my balance, and eventually made it out of the bedroom.

The cabin was quiet, and though the floor was creaking in places, I did manage to make it to the living room without waking up anybody. The morning light was getting inside through the large windows, the lake glistening just outside. I grabbed the light blanket that was decorating the back of the armchair, and lied comfortably on the sofa, with my book. I thought that I would probably try to check my emails during the morning, but my computer was in my bag, and that had been stored in the room Mom was using, which was much larger than mine. In fact, I was sleeping in what was called 'the study', where Julie's father used to isolate himself during the Summer, when kids were running squealing around. He was a stern figure, even now in his early seventies, and had always kind of scared me, and I still felt some kind of reverence whenever I entered that specific room.

Around eight I went to the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereals, and went back to my post, all still around me. It's only when the clock struck nine that I heard some movement, and spotted Mom coming out of the sleeping area. She had wrapped a large, white shirt around her, to fend away the chill of the morning.

"Hey there," I smiled.

"Hey baby. When did you wake up? I didn't hear you."

"A while ago. Around 6:30."

Mom shook her head. "I don't understand how you do it. No one should wake up so early..."

She sat across from me in the armchair, rubbing her arms with her hands, trying to get some warmth. "Is it me, or it's a little chilly today?"

I indicated the blanket around my shoulders: "It's chilly. When I woke up there was a window that had been left open in the kitchen, so that must have let the night air in. But since the sun is up and thanks to the South exposition, it should warm up really fast now."

"Did you sleep well?"

"Like a log. You?"

"It was okay. We did drink a little yesterday, and I'm not used to that."

"Yeah, I suppose. So I guess we won't be expecting Julie before eleven or so, right?"

"Oh no, actually -- I think she's already up. After you went to bed yesterday, she got some message from work, and there's been some kind of emergency."

"Nothing serious, I hope?"

"Oh no, just some papers she has to sign, because they're closing the quarter or something. But that means she's got to go there this morning, and she probably won't be back until the middle of the afternoon. She wasn't exactly happy with that, I can assure you. Speaking of the devil..."

Julie had just stepped into the room, fully dressed in business clothes. That was a side of her I rarely saw, and I was impressed how serious she looked. But that impression didn't last long.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing slacking there? It's not because I have this stupid errand to run that you don't have to respect the rules..."

We looked at her, puzzled. She sighed exaggeratedly.

"Don't you remember the thing we said about the clothes, and the absence thereof?"

I frowned: "Yes, and?"

"Well, what is all this? I want to see some skin!"

Mom stood up, shaking her head. "What? Okay, let me be clear. If someone hadn't forgotten to close the window in the kitchen, like I asked her to yesterday before we got to bed after yet another last glass of wine, maybe we wouldn't be freezing our asses off this morning. Our naked asses, to boot!"

Now that she was standing, I could see that she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, which could barely contain her ample breasts, and stopped just below her mound. It was only because she had been keeping her arms huddled around herself that I hadn't noticed it. The sight was definitely sexy and sensual. I felt my cock stir.

Julie knew when she was on the losing side of an argument, and raised her hands. "Okay, then I shall speak no more. Just make sure you don't change a thing while I'm gone. Maddie, I'm going to have a quick coffee before I go, do you want to join me?"

Mom and Julie left and headed for the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. I went back to my book, hearing the noise of breakfast being readied. Then some quiet -- but not quite. The door was slightly ajar, and I could make out what they were saying. Julie was speaking.

"... might hang around a little after stopping by the office. Barry called me, and he's been rather persistent lately."

Mom chuckled. "Jules, you don't even like the guy."

"True, but was alternative do I have? It's not around here that I'm going to find anyone..."

"That's not the way you had described things when we planned this stay here, remember? Partying and bringing back guys and..."

"Yeah, but Chris is here now."

"You could still go party..."

"Without you? That wouldn't be fun, Mads. And you know how I can end up doing stupid things when I party, I need my wingman."

"I'm sorry, Jules. You know how it is..."

"I know, and I'm not blaming you or Chris or anything. It's just that I'm so horny and there's only one cock around here, and..."

"And you don't trust yourself?" Mom chuckled. "I knew you were kinky, but..."

"Ah ha, very funny. You know I love the kid like he was my own son, but you know how I can be when I'm like that. Like yesterday... So yeah, I'm going to call Barry and that'll be better for every one."

"Your choice, Jules... but don't do something you're going to regret."

Julie laughed. "What was that saying about regrets and remorse I don't remember?"

"My, you're in rare form today."

"Like any other day, my dear. Okay, Mads, gotta go -- enjoy your day, I'll let you know when I get back."

Julie opened the door, and came to see me for goodbye.

"BoobLover -- I'm off, and leaving you two lovebirds for the day. Careful with your Mom, don't let her stuff anything in her mouth, that girl can be ravenous (she winked). And keep your hands off her boobs while I'm gone, okay?"

I frowned. "Hmm, does that mean it's okay when you're here? I'm confused..."

Mom giggled from the kitchen entrance.

"Don't try and be a smartass with me today, mister. Damn, what is it with this family, really? Like mother, like son..." She shook her head theatrically, grabbed her car keys and stormed out the door. "And behave!" was her last comment before she was gone.

Mom put two steaming cups of coffee on the low table next to the sofa, and went to open the windows on the patio. The sun was now higher in the sky, and it was getting warmer outside. She came back to sit in the lotus position on the armchair, the white shirt loose around her. She reminded me of some commercial for a perfume, loaded with sensuality.

"So, there's only the two of us today..." she said.

"Oh, so that's why things just became so quiet all of sudden..."

Mom chuckled. "Yeah, she can be quite a handful, sometimes."

I raised an eyebrow: "Sometimes?"

"Okay, most of the time. But see how it is? When she's here, she's taking over the place, and when she's gone, we end up talking about her."

I chuckled. "She'd probably love that."

Mom chuckled too. "Oh yes -- so promise me not to tell her, okay? Or we'll never hear the end of it."

"Promise."

I put my Kindle down, stood up and folded the blanket I'd be using. I was putting it as I had found it, on the back of the armchair Mom was sitting in, when we heard a strange cry from outside. We both turned and I took a step forward, trying to see what it was. There was some rustle, then a movement, and a large bird took flight right before our eyes, probably scared by something on the edge of the lake. We both relaxed and looked at each other. Only that I was standing just next to her shoulder, and that my crotch was level with her face -- involuntarily giving her the same sight Julie had (probably on purpose) given me only the day before. I quickly moved away, embarrassed.

"Erm, sorry for that, Mom. I hadn't realized I was... well, where I was."

She giggled. "No worries, baby. I guess that's nothing I haven't seen before, and... at least, you didn't poke me in the eye with it, so there's no harm done."

"I'll be careful, from now on."

"About not poking me in the eye? Thank you, Chris. That's mighty nice of you."

"That's not what I meant. About not... you know..."

"Of course I know, I'm just teasing you."

"Okay -- well, I think I'm going to enjoy some sun outside." I picked up my Kindle again and stepped out on the deck. I sat down on the lounge chair, and looked up by reflex when I heard Mom say "Right behind you." I was graced by another incredible sight, not unlike what Julie had given me -- only Mom's breasts were just majestic, perfectly framed by her white shirt, and hovering tantalizingly right above me. I blushed and quickly looked away.

"Oh, sorry for that, baby. I hadn't realized where I was," Mom joked, winking.

"Mom, come on -- you don't seriously think I did it on purpose?"

"What? Oh, no, baby. And neither did I," she replied, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

I shook my head. "Oh God, what kind of hell is this? That Julie would do such a thing, I can understand, but my own mother?"

She giggled. "Well, you're going to have to learn to live with it, you know? And if Julie carries on the way she's been so far, I doubt there'll be any skeletons in my closet for you to discover..."

"Wait, wait wait -- you mean there's more? The CreamQueen stuff was already kind of... wild, I guess, so..."

"Wild? Come on, Chris, don't tell me you haven't done anything like that? You never had a girl go down on you? Not that I want any details, but surely... what about that girl, Jessica? she seemed to be a little..."

I smiled. "Mom, I know you didn't like Jessica, and I agree with you, she isn't the classiest person, but she's a nice girl."

"Not the brightest either," Mom mumbled.

I sighed. "No, you're right. But she's nice, and she is far less 'wild' than she seems."

"Really? She was always wearing these miniskirts and these cut-offs and..."

"I know, I know. But believe it or not, we never had sex. Not even once."

"Really? But you were with her for such a long time..."

"Exactly. I tried to be patient, but in the end I was the one who broke up with her."

Mom frowned. "But you told me that..."

"I'm afraid I wasn't ready to explain to you why it had ended between us, and since I knew you thought she was sleeping around... in fact, if I remember correctly, you did come up with this explanation even before I had the time to say anything, and I just went with it..."

"I can't believe it!"

"I'm sorry, Mom. But that's the truth."

"So she never -- you know?"

"Went down on me? Certainly not. You know, her parents are very religious, and... I guess people are full of contradictions..."

"They sure are. So who did you do it with?"

"Hey, what happened to 'I don't want any details'?" I joked.

Mom chuckled and raised her hands. "Okay, sorry, curiosity took the best of me. I won't ask anymore."

I smiled. "Just for the sake of sharing -- yes, I've done it, or rather had it done to me, but usually never... well, to the end."

"Hmm, that's understandable. That's something you can only do with someone you really like."

"O-kay," I said, with mock outrage. "My own mother just destroyed most of my self-esteem, painting all my past relationships as failures..."

"No, baby, that's not what I wanted to say. You know what I mean..."

"Of course. I'm okay, no worries. I think. Probably. Nothing a lifetime of therapy won't fix. You know: 'Now pleaze, tell me apout yourr mozerr'," I said in a fake German accent.

Mom giggled. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry."

"But no, really... 'well, you see, Herr Doktor, it all started that day, Mom and I were both naked, and we were discussing which of my past girlfriends went down on me..."

"Oh, that's unfair. You make it sound so bad..."

I smiled. "Really? And to think I haven't even mentioned the CreamQueen stuff... 'because, you see, Herr Doktor, my Mom's nickname is...' Hey, no tickling!"

"You earned it, you naughty boy!"

I tried to defend myself from Mom's offensive.

"That's unfair!"

Mom paused for a second. "Why, because you're ticklish?"

"No, because I can't tickle you back."

"Why is that?"

"Why? Mom, there's no way I can try and tickle you without touching your tits. I've done it once accidentally, and remember how much abuse I got from that. So thank you, but no thank you."

Mom looked down, her mood suddenly less playful. "Yeah, they're kind of all over the place. Sometimes I hate them."

I was surprised. "Really? But why?"

She sighed. "Because sometimes it's all people see about me. You can't imagine the number of people who have asked me to touch them -- women, especially, and gay guys too. They all say it's great, but no one knows how hard it is to find a top that fits, you know? It's such a pain, sometimes..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, too much's too much, you know?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I think they are nice the way they are..."

"Really? You don't think Julie's look better?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I mean, they are nice, but yours are... majestic," I smiled, blushing.

"Thank you, baby," Mom smiled. "So maybe Julie was right after all -- you *are* a boob man."

I tried to shrug nonchalantly. "Guilty as charged... and look on the bright side: with this nudist thing, no need to worry about tops anymore!"

"Yeah, about that... I'm not sure that's such a good thing."

"Why?"

"Well, I'm not 18 anymore, so gravity is taking its toll... and without a bra..."

"Honestly, I don't see why you're worrying, Mom," I said, giving her a look-over. "Sure, some guys say they prefer the super bubbly, silicone-enhanced breasts that go with these horrible duck mouths, you know, but... I'm all for natural." I nodded enthusiastically.

Of course, that conversation wasn't leaving me indifferent, and I knew my cock was definitely swollen and thick. I tried to cast a discreet glance to gauge the extent of the damage (so to say), and was nearly shocked to see that my cockhead was literally leaking precum. I picked up my Kindle again, as if I felt our conversation had reached its natural conclusion, got back to reading. Mom didn't add anything, but stayed for a long moment looking out at the lake, her gaze distant, as if lost in her thoughts. 

*****

To be honest, I was finding it difficult to focus on the page -- in fact, I found myself reading the same paragraph for the third time, still not managing to get back into the story. My head was full of questions to which I didn't have the answer, and it felt like every conversation I'd had since coming here had just added to the confusion. And of course, our "nudist ploy" (which has so spectacularly backfired) had set up a stage of high sensuality that was probably affecting us all. I knew I was very much affected by it, and even if (thankfully) I wasn't sporting a raging hard-on at all time, I was feeling an enduring horniness that only seemed to grow with time. I kept reminding me that I was with Julie and Mom, and that I shouldn't feel that way, I couldn't help it.

But then again, maybe the problem was that I was horny -- and would taking care of business somehow relieve the tension? That was an idea, and the more I thought about it... yeah, that was probably the reason for all this.

I stood up, and Mom looked up from her own book.

"You're okay, baby?"

"Oh yeah -- I just need to... to make a technical break, that's all."

"Oh, sure," she said, putting down her book. Seeing me puzzled, she carried on: "Chris, we talked about it, it's for your safety. So lead the way..."

I shook my head. "This is kind of ridiculous..."

"It's only for a few days. Come on, just let Mommy take care of you," she joked, unknowingly sending a thrill down my spine.

"Okay, okay," I answered, my head clearly elsewhere.

I quickly stepped in the bathroom, and pushed the door behind me. My cock was at half-mast, and I was just hoping she hadn't noticed anything. I wrapped my hand around it to give it a squeeze, and very quickly I was fully hard.

Now, the question was: how was I to do that with Mom just on the other side of the door? I stood in front of the porcelain bowl, and trying to make as little sound as possible, I started stroking slowly.

In spite of me, images from these last days came assailing me -- Julie standing over me, naked, Mom in the same position, Mom talking about her breasts... and that "just let Mommy take care of you" still resonating in my mind. I had been on the verge for so much time since we had gotten there that it didn't take me very long -- after a few strokes, I came. My cock erupted, long strands of cum hitting the porcelain with an audible splat, again and again and again. I put my hand against the wall, decided to avoid having any spell of dizziness at that most embarrassing moment. But nothing happened, and I even managed to keep my breathing more or less in check. I kept stroking slowly, first milking the last drops of cum, and then gently coaxing my cock into softening.

On the other side of the door, Mom called.

"Chris, everything fine in there?"

"Yeah, yeah. (I blushed) Give me a minute, it's not easy to -- to do what I have to do, with you on the other side of the door, you know?"

She giggled "I can imagine. But take all the time you need, baby."

I grabbed a glass, and silently filled it with water, before emptying it noisily in the toilets. I cleaned the bowl then flushed it all, and made a last check to see that I hadn't missed a spot. I stepped outside, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"And here I am, safe and sound..."

She smiled at me, her caring eyes over me, and I felt an internal pang of guilt over the thoughts I had just harbored about her. Timidly, I smiled back.

I was feeling much better. It was as if some weight had been taken from my shoulders, and I was glad I had found the root of the problem. I looked at Mom from the corner of my eye -- we were both back on the lounge chairs, and with the sun now high in the sky, I had put on a cap and Mom had fetched a large straw hat. I felt safe looking at her now, though I still couldn't understand why she would be hating her majestic boobs. On some level, I could, I guess, but -- but she was a looker, and her breasts were part of what she was: sensual and sexy and...

I stopped myself right away. That clearly wasn't the kind of train of thoughts I wanted to pursue, if I didn't want to have to pretext having to use the bathroom yet again. I went back to my book, trying this time to interest myself in the narrative. It did took me a while...

It was getting close to noon when Mom put down her book and stretched like a cat, putting my imagination in serious risk of overdrive. She had kept the shirt on, but instead of covering things and making her more modest, if possible it only heightened her sensuality. And unfortunately for me, it seemed the respite from my little bathroom session was only temporary. But then again, I tried to rationalize, I had been in this engorged state since we had "gone nudist", so with chance she was probably thinking that was my normal state.

"Baby, want to help me fix something?"

"Sure, Mom."

I followed her in the kitchen. The house had warmed up since the morning, and now it was refreshingly cool instead of chilly. While she was putting together something simple, I set up the table, going through the cupboards to find the elusive water pitcher. I finally managed to locate it and sat down. Mom finished preparing the dressing for the salad, and laid down the bowl before me, taking me out of my reverie.

"What's the matter, BoobLover? Lost in thought?"

I nearly jumped. "What? Oh please, Mom, you're not going to do it too..."

She giggled. "I'm teasing you, baby. Though you did look a lot at them today, I've noticed."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I did, you asked me to!"

"Really? I don't remember saying anything of this kind," she replied, obviously having a little fun with me.

"Okay, maybe you didn't specifically ask me to look at them, but please agree that your whole 'they're too big, I hate them' comment was more or less begging for... well, a 'contrary assessment', you know?"

Mom giggled again. "My, my, my, here go the fancy words. But okay, maybe you've got a point."

She started on her salad, and I followed suit. I was casting furtive glances at her, wondering if I had been that obvious during the morning. She caught me looking and smiled, raising a questioning eyebrow. I spread my hands apologetically, and surrendered.

"Okay, let me come clean here: I did look at them, before the whole, you know, 'they're too big' thing. But then again, they are kind of hard to miss..."

"Oh, come on, Mom, cut me some slack there. It's not like I'm used to this nudist thing, you know. So yeah, I guess I might have gotten... curious, that's all."

She shook her head. "Baby, that's no big deal. If you hadn't looked, I'd probably be a little worried now."

I smirked. "Wait, wait wait. I'm getting all sorts of mixed signals there. I thought I shouldn't be looking, and now it's a good thing I'm looking? What should I do?"

"You can look all you like, baby," Mom giggled. "And I do thank you for your 'contrary assessment', it was... very nice of you." She quickly looked down after saying this, and I couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't blushing a little. I quickly replied "Anytime, Mom," which had us both chuckling.

I shook my head. "Well, this is kind of weird..."

Mom nodded. "Yeah, I know -- seems that Julie has a knack of getting into this kind of stuff, and taking me along with her... even when she's not here."

We finished our lunch and I helped Mom clean the table. I got myself a coffee and her a tea, and we went back to the deck. It was really getting hot outside, and the proximity of the lake contributed to the heavy atmosphere. Early afternoons were not the moment you did a lot of moving around in the Summer, and I already felt a sheen of perspiration on my skin. I stretched, and noticed Mom giving me a look-over.

"Hey, who's looking now?" I joked.

She giggled. "I guess it's only fair, right?"

I shook my head. "I was only trying to be of service, you know? I took no pleasure in it, it was from a purely informational purpose."

"...and I do thank you for your sacrifice -- your repeated sacrifice, to boot."

"What can I say, Mom? I like to be thorough..."

"Hmm-hm."

"And well, you needed the confidence boost, right?"

She chuckled. "Sure. And what if I want to return the favor?"

"Erm, I don't know. Do you think I need some confidence boost?" I blurted out, before I realized what I was saying.

Mom replied in stride, not missing a step. "I don't see any reason you should, but -- why, you think it's too big?"

I blushed. "I... I don't think it is, no. Not that I think it's small, but -- average, maybe? I don't know, it's hard to tell."

"You've never compared with others?"

"Not really. I mean, how could I have? You don't really check out other guys in the bathroom or things get weird very quickly. So I guess most of my references come from porn... and I'm not sure they are actually representative of the norm, you know?"

"Probably," she giggled. "But honestly, you don't have to worry, baby. You're fine."

"Erm, thanks, Mom. I guess."

She smiled, her eyes darting again in the direction of my crotch -- where my cock was at half-mast. She was about to say something when we heard the sound of a car door closing. Julie was back.

*****

A minute or so later, she was joining us on the deck, still wearing her professional clothes. She seemed annoyed, a frown on her face.

"Problems at work?" Mom asked.

"No, work is fine. There was no real emergency there, just that bitch Michelle doing her usual nonsense. I'm sure she enjoys it, ruining my vacation and all..."

Mom and I exchanged an amused look. Julie ranted on. "Just a bunch of unreliable assholes, that's all. Why can't I get just a little break, sometimes?"

Mom chuckled. "Uh-oh, somebody got stood up..."

"Not stood up -- just plain cancelled, and by text, too. Damn I hate it. Anyways. So, you two had any fun while I was gone?"

I joked: "You know we only have fun when you're around, Jules... what were we to do with you gone?"

She flashed me a saucy smile. "Oh, there's plenty of things I can think of. But I know Maddie, and one of her major failing is that she never sees how to make the best of the situation..."

"Jules!"

"What? Come on, tell me that's not the truth. See? Okay, give me a minute so that I can get out of this -- I feel like I'm still at work."

She left quickly, leaving us amused and shaking our head. "Well, she's back," I piped, and Mom chuckled. "Oh yes she is..."

It didn't take long until Julie walked in, a light shawl tied around her waist. I frowned and was about to make a remark, when she shot me a defiant glance. "Before you say anything, buster, I'm not dressed, I accessorize. Just like Mads here."

I shook my head. "How am I supposed to reply to that?"

She smiled: "You don't, Chris."

"I can't help but find this a little unfair. What about me? I can't accessorize..."

"Oh, you can. I'm sure we could find you a very nice cock ring..."

Mom rolled her eyes, and I shook my head again. "Ha ha, very funny. Too bad, I didn't bring my set..."

"Oooh, kinky. Mads, your son has potential, really."

Julie gave me the once-over, and my mother sighed. "Jules, did you drink at lunch?"

"I might have. And?"

"Just asking."

"Hey, I've had a shitty day, okay? So I needed some liquid support, that's all. And thinking about it, honestly, I should have said no about going to work and... everything." She opened her arms, embracing the surroundings. "This is my safe place, and it's filled with my favorite people. I promise you, Mads, even if they call telling me the office is on fire, I won't move a finger. I'll stay here until the end of our little vacation, with you both."

I joked: "... and to think I said it was quiet around here this morning..."

Julie made a face. "Well, kid, you ain't gonna get rid of me that easily..."

I chuckled. "Well, I know that. Hey, was it true what you said?"

"What?"

"The thing about being with your favorite people."

"Of course. You two are my family, you know? We're tight. And really, it's great to have you around here." She looked pensive for a moment, and then her usual energy took over. "Hey, I've got an idea: why don't we take some pictures? You know, for old times' sake?"

I blushed. "Erm, Julie, we're naked, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But I'm not suggesting you go post this on Facebook or anything, but just for the three of us..."

Mom jumped in. "Just for the three of us, hmm? You're sure? Because some of your pictures have a tendency of getting some unwanted exposure..."

"Okay, Mads: maybe I don't have a perfect track record, but -- that was an honest mistake, you know? I was trying out my new smartphone, and I hit the wrong button."

"My point exactly."

"But it hasn't happened since that one time."

"Except for Caroline's nipple slip picture."

"Oh, but that was fair game, right?"

"Hmm-hm."

"Mads, listen -- what if we use my digital camera? This way, the pictures never land on my phone, and they are safe. Deal?"

"I don't know -- Chris, what do you think of this?"

"I -- I don't know. I..."

Julie pleaded: "Oh, come on, Chris -- just for the three of us, okay?"

She darted inside the cabin, and soon came back out with the digital camera. It was a small but rather sophisticated model, and she pointed it at us -- me sitting down on the lounge chair, Mom standing next to it. And snap, she took a picture. She looked at it, and chuckled.

"What is it?" Mom asked.

"Well, Mads, your son is ever the gentleman. Look how he's protecting your decency..."

She pushed the camera towards us, and on the little screen at the back, I could see this strange scene. Mom had an air of surprise on her face, mouth open in a 'o', while I was looking at the camera lens puzzled. But what was weird was that I had raised my arm at that precise moment, and that my open hand was just hiding Mom's pussy from the viewer.

Julie carried on: "Though to be honest, that makes it a little naughty, don't you think? One can wonder what you two have been doing..."

I was bright red. Indeed, we looked like two adulterous lovers caught 'in flagrante'. Mom shook her head. "Jules, you should delete that one..."

"Oh, certainly no. Okay, here's a new rule: until the end of this stay, we don't delete pictures. No, Mads, it's non-negotiable. Because I know your mother, Chris: once you let her delete a pic, you end up with no pics at all. Because 'this one is not nice, I closed my eyes here, and here it's not my best angle, and...' She comes up with so many excuses that it's impossible to get a shot she's satisfied with. So no deleting pictures. Okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," Mom said, shaking her head.

"Okay, guys, let's do a group shot, okay? Stand there, on the deck... a little to the right... perfect. And now I press the timer, and..."

Julie did a little sprint to stand by my side, Mom on the other, and we looked at the camera. A red light started blinking, then the blinking got faster and there was the sound of the shutter. Julie went to check, without moving the camera. "Okay, one more."

In fact, we took three more, with Julie wanting Mom and her turned towards me for the last ones. We checked the pictures out, and we couldn't suppress a laugh. While the first picture was more or less okay, the pictures for which Julie had us to pose were kind of weird.

With her usual bluntness, Julie summed it all: "My, on these ones, it looks like we're about to shoot a porno."

Mom giggled. "Yeah, a little..."

"Oh, I've got an idea for a great shot... Chris, Mads -- go stand in your place. Face each other, yeah, like this -- okay, and now, Mads, raise your hands above your head, like you're stretching... perfect." Snap! Julie giggled again. "Oh, Chris, the look on your face..."

She showed us the picture -- and here I was, my eyes on Mom's breasts, her own eyes closed as if in rapture... the picture was both very sensual and somewhat obscene. And I couldn't help but notice my cock was beginning to stand to attention.

"The perfect BoobLover shot," Julie quipped. Mom objected: "Aww, don't be so hard on him, Jules. It's a very nice shot... don't you think, baby?"

"Well, not sure that's my best profile..." I tried to joke

Julie chuckled. "Maybe not, but we're getting there." She looked down towards my cock, and Mom giggled.

I turned towards her, mock-furious. "Mom, I was hoping for some support there..."

"Doesn't look like you need any support, baby."

That remark left me dumbstruck. I don't know if that was Julie's influence, or the strange turn of these past days, but I had the impression Mom was starting to flirt with me, just as Julie was. I was about to say something when Julie, grabbing the camera, squatted next to me and took a picture of herself. "Selfie-time!" she laughed, and showed us the result. The picture was awkwardly framed (as those shots can be), but she was looking at the camera, her tongue playfully licking her lips, her face turned towards my hardening cock. "Now we're getting somewhere," she said.

I shook my head. "Julie, that's ridiculous..."

"What? Oh, come on, Chris, you don't have to be as stuck-up as your mother, you know?"

Mom smiled. "You can babble all you want, Jules, I won't fall into your trap."

"What trap?" she laughed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've got something naughty on your mind, and you just want to drag me into it. And calling me names won't do a thing."

"Me, calling you names? I'm just stating a fact here."

"Hmm-hm."

Julie turned to me: "Chris, be honest for a moment: you don't think your Mom is a bit stuck-up?"

Finding myself suddenly at the center of attention, I stuttered. "Erm, not particularly, no..."

"Oh come on! You can't be serious... Compared to me, she's practically a prude."

Mom giggled. "This, I won't object to, you're right, Jules."

"Stuck-up, as I said. Come on, Mads, unwind and just have fun! Here, get in the frame with that gorgeous cock, CreamQueen."

I started, but Mom just rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, you just have the weirdest ideas... you remember Chris is my son, right?"

"Mm-hmm, and I'm practically his aunt. So what? We're all adults here, what's wrong in having some fun?"

Mom shook her head. "Well, a lot of people would see that as being wrong, for starters..."

"A lot of people think that a lot of things are wrong, you know, starting with anything having to do with sex. What do you think about it, Chris? Is this making you uncomfortable?"

I nearly jumped, once more finding myself in the spotlight. "Erm, I... I don't know..."

Mom looked at me, serious now. "Yes, baby, tell us what you think about all this."

I took a deep breath. "I... I don't think I mind it..."

Julie chuckled. "That definitely sounds like a vote of confidence there. Could you show a little less enthusiasm, please?"

For some reason, her comment stung, and I replied, a little more forcefully. "No, it's been fun. I mean, like Julie said, you are my two favorite people, and it's nice to be around you. Even if it's been a little... unusual, I guess."

Mom piped in. "And it's not making you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head. "Not really, no. I mean, I've learned a lot of things about you guys since we got there, so yeah, I might be looking at you differently now..."

Julie joked: "Yeah, we did notice, BoobLover."

I smiled. "And yeah, there's that too. I can't really complain, can I? I've got two hot ladies just to myself, after all..."

"Mads, your son is such the sweet talker... though to be honest, he *does* have the hard-on to show for it, so maybe he's just telling the truth."

I blushed, but Mom giggled, and the look she gave me sent shivers down my spine. I tried to regain some composure. "Well, it's not like I have any way to hide it, you know?"

To my surprise, Mom said softly. "And we really appreciate the compliment, baby."

Julie jumped on the opportunity. "Perfect -- since we've got this nice family moment, we've got to immortalize it. So get in the frame for your picture, Mads."

Mom shook her head, and said "Okay, okay..." leaving me dumbstruck as she stepped closer to me, kneeled down so that her face was just before my now fully-hard cock, and smiled at Julie who took a couple of shots.

"Per-fect, Mads," Julie said, going through the pictures on the little screen at the back of the camera. "I'm a bit jealous, though, he's much harder for you than he was for me."

I joked: "What can I say, I'm a mommy's boy," and was delighted to hear Mom giggle.

Julie protested. "That's so unfair -- I'm the one doing all the heavy lifting, and she's reaping it all."

Mom lashed back. "Hey, you never wondered why you were nicknamed 'CockTease', Jules? You talk, you talk, but someone has to deliver..."

"Mads, you're starting to make me doubt you two didn't do anything this morning..."

"Don't let your imagination take the best of you, I only kept close watch on my son. Don't forget he's recovering from a nasty accident."

Julie smiled. "Oh, he seems to be recovering just fine, don't you think? Oh -- Mads, don't move..." She moved around and crouched by my right, while Mom was still at my feet, on the left. She gave us some curt instructions, and I heard the shutter close a few times before she was satisfied. She quickly checked out the result on the back screen, and told us to come have a look. She looked happy with herself, and I couldn't say if it was good or bad news for me.

The pictures were incredible. They all had basically the same set-up: I was standing straight, my cock hard and pointing slightly up, with Mom crouching behind it, the lower half of her chin level with my shaft. Let me be clear: she was gorgeous on all pictures, her fabulous curves delicately framed by the white shirt (which did nothing to hide them), but the last three were spectacular. On the first of this set, she was looking down at my cock, her tongue licking her lips, a hungry smile on her face. On the second, she was staring at the camera, biting her lower lip, lust in her eyes. And on the third and last one, she was looking up at me, smiling, and while that picture lacked the sexual directedness of the previous ones, it more than made up for it with the sensual tension that radiated from us both.

I guess Mom summed it up for us all, when she let out a sheepish "Wow." Julie nodded in agreement, adding with her usual (lack of) tact. "I don't know about you, Mads, but that gets me wet. You two are so hot..."

I tried to protest: "I didn't do anything..." but Julie shrugged it off right away.

"What? Come on, Chris, you must be blind. Can't you see how adoring you look in all these pictures? Yes, Mads is pure sex, but you're not so bad yourself... what do you think, Mommy-dearest?"

Mom seemed to blush as she smiled: "I'll take the fifth on this one, Jules."

Julie shook her head. "Oh no, I won't let you off so easily. Come on, be honest: you would have loved to get a taste, right? I know I would..."

I shook my head. I couldn't believe they were discussing this kind of thing right in front of me -- if it was probably some kind of elaborate joke between them, I certainly didn't want to become the butt of it. And I had to confess that I was indeed very much turned on by it all, as would have been any hot-blooded male, I guess. I tried to jump in.

"Hey, ladies, I'm here, remember?"

Julie turned to me. "And?"

"Well, show a little more respect, please. I'm not some piece of meat (Julie chuckled) to be bargained over..."

I winced, a sharp pain radiating in my leg, and had to sit down on the lounge chair.

"Are you okay, baby?" Mom asked, worry visible on her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine -- I'm just cramping a little bit..."

Julie chuckled. "Cramping, eh? As if we hadn't noticed..."

I rolled my eyes. "Ha ha. No, my hip and calf -- you know, because of the accident? Concussion, stitches and bruises all over, remember?"

She nodded, and seemed a little apologetic when she answered: "Of course I remember, Chris. You know how I can be... anyways, somebody wants a drink? Chris?"

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Mads?"

"No, thank you."

"Well, I need one," she said, and went inside to the kitchen.

There was a slightly awkward silence, then Mom asked me: "You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, it's a little painful, that's all," I said. "But it's only because I've been standing a little too long. My calf is still very contracted, you know, so... no need to worry, I'm sure."

"Oh, good, because..."

She was interrupted by Julie, calling from inside. "Mads, did we finish that bottle of wine yesterday?"

Mom shook her head, and replied loudly. "Yes, *you* finished the bottle of wine, saying it would bring you luck or something."

"Oh yeah, you're right," Julie said, coming back outside. "Well, newsflash: we're officially out of wine. I thought there was a casket left somewhere, but it seems James went through it the last time he was there." James was Julie's younger brother, who, in my opinion, was something of a douche. Where Julie was good-hearted in her silly jokes, James had something of a nasty streak in him, and I had always been wary of him. She shook her head, and sighed: "Well, I'm going to go buy some wine -- you're coming, Mads?"

"Sorry, Jules. I have to stand guard, remember?"

"Oh yeah, right. Great excuse," she winked at me. "Okay, I'm going to dress up and get some refreshments for us all, you stay here and behave."

I smiled. "Sure, Julie."

She blew us both a kiss, and she left. A few minutes later, we heard the now-familiar sound of the front door closing, followed by Julie's car leaving the driveway. We were alone.

We looked at each other and smiled. I'm sure we were thinking the same thing: yes, Julie was fun when she was around, but she was also a little exhausting. Mom looked at me, and said: "Don't move," and went to grab something on the table. She came back right away, raised her hand, and -- snap! Took a picture of me with her cellphone.

"Hey! What did we say about cellphone pics?"

Mom shrugged. "That only applied to Julie. I don't trust her with that kind of thing. Too many opportunities for mischief."